Chances remaining to me are too few.
I get why there is a demand I stay away from you.
Emotions are raw and I was the blade.
Came in like a butcher without an ounce of attention paid.
Struck the match and caused the burn.
No way I will deny that which I did turn.
So deliver your punishment unto me.
For I have been the monster scaring you constantly.
I know its coming but I can’t makes demands of you.
Whatever you decide is what I will do.

How much pain did you inflict on me?
And now you think I should follow that path willingly.
In your world that might be fair,
But from where I originate such things only bring despair.
Just give me time and a chance to heal.
Following that I might once again be able to feel,
Something that doesn’t bring me pain.
I’m not the sort to direct the flame.
You should’ve thought and not come swinging in.
That’s why my head is in a spin.

What he did should not stand.
That predator should be marked with a brand.
I do not care if she doesn’t feel the same.
Her life has and never will be part of some game.
He should’ve known that and acted right.
Spoke to her in a manner that was polite.
Yet instead he whirled like a hurricane.
Forcing her to wilt under all the strain.
From our position we know it to be true.
They need to end this relationship too.

All parties accounted for and sworn in.
Time to administer the review of everything.
No judgement here will be passed.
These are simply the accounts that have amassed.
Quiet please because there is plenty here,
And none of us want to be present until next year.
It’s an indication of how many layers exist.
No part of all that’s happened will be missed.
With that said we should continue.
Ready for the next statement on this issue.

Bow down to your eternally chosen master.
That way your ascent will be much faster.
And with a gauntleted fist across your heart,
You show how willing you are to start;
Execute the orders that are given.
It’s a command to dispatch the hidden.
Those who dwell in the dark.
They have been nothing but a shark;
Busily baying for the greatest kill.
Aim to slaughter your master still.
But will you walk on by?
For you know those ordered to die.
A bitter kind of disaster;
Will you take part in the chapter?
Bring about the pain you’re commanded to.
Or are these people too dear to you?
Thoughts are thick with doubt and worry.
They race about with such a flurry.
Hamper you and the name you’ve carved.
Makes you feel like you’ve been halved,
To the traitors you wish to speak.
So up the sewers pipes you do sneak.
Converse with them is what you do.
In response they reveal a coup.
You think them mad but they say listen.
So in silence you let them christen,
The plan they propose to change the world.
Sounds too good to not be unfurled.
Then they demand to know your side.
Another war against emotion and pride.
Not that a chance comes to be,
For your masters forces assault greedily.
Capture or kill every gathered soul.
Then your master reveals his real goal.
He knew you were wise but torn.
For that he swears you will feel scorn.
So orders you to slaughter the captured few.
Blood out of body does swiftly spew.
Screaming regret you are detained.
With shackles you are restrained.
Sick smile upon your masters face.
You would give anything to replace;
Trade with those who are no more.
A promise is spoken to settle the score.
Former master cackles but swears;
That you will be reduced to tears.
Smug look upon his face.
Time to rend it and replace.
It’s what avoice says in your ear.
It fills you with special fear.
You know it well but had hoped,
That it had long since eloped.
Truth is no and now you feel,
Your body engulfed by its zeal.
Breaking bonds you cause a shock;
Here lies true power without a lock.
Former master orders death.
But it is he who takes his last breath.
Tyranny has been brought to heel.
No more will you ever kneel.
Bathed in new purpose which speaks to you.
Universe is now under much needed review.

Scritching and scratching.
This hobby of patching,
Up the holes torn in,
To absolutely everything.
Mark from the martyr.
They are a fire starter.
Twisted by their joy.
Believe the world to be a toy.
Smile carved from skin.
To them there’s no chagrin.
Juggled states of mind.
Murderous leading the blind,
To feed upon the carrion.
Quintessential vulgarian.
Type who believes in pain.
Only if it helps them gain,
A hold upon the masses;
They’d turn it all to ashes.
Sadistic kind of soul.
Disaster is their only goal.
Cause to them dying is a prize;
As long as you do it before their eyes.
Though humour has no place.
They brand it with disgrace.
Violence is but the key.
They’ll drive it unto anybody.
Anarchy from the vitae.
Wave your last goodbye.

Raise the gates, for no longer shall I wait.
Prepare my horse, for I shall march to the source.
Battle hardened and prepared to fall, I will sound the war cry call.
Think me scared I think you thick; death will always come right quick.
Axe in hand sharp and ready, my hand will hold it strong and steady.
Paralyse enemies with fear; no chance to retreat from here.
Cut off from the world beyond; I refuse to break my forged bond.
Body drained but pushing through; adversaries are struggling too.
Clash has raged for a thousand days; the sky is filled with all the greys.
Polished steel with scars and scores; in this skirmish there are no laws.
Survival is whatever you might do, otherwise the reaper is coming for you.
Battered blades and dulled minds; feels like I am fighting off some binds.
Hampered movement I can’t cut loose; the thrill of war did secude.
Brought us here to wile away; everything feels like it did betray.
Carve a hole into our ribs; somebody has been telling fibs.
Set us up so we might fail; regardless I am determined to prevail.
And when I crawl back to home, I will make the culprit choke on bone.
For treachery is not our code, so for that they will be revealed a toad.
Pleasure I shall take in watching their end; how dare they ever call themself friend.
Killing blow comes in late; just as well that I did wait.
Still my balance cannot hold; for that my teacher would scold.
But they are gone from this realm; it is why I am adorned with their helm.
A gift offered before they parted, they were incredibly bighearted.
But that does not change my current state; a flash of defeat marks my fate.
I curse the braggard whoever they might be; wishing they are posioned before years reach three.
I will not see it or even know, but faith I put into that ending though.

Strip the flesh from my form.
I will continue to weather the storm.
Assaulted by screaming wind.
Anyone would think that I have sinned.
Blasted by driving rain.
All it brings are the vicious stings of pain.
Hollow me and decry.
Forever I will look up to the sky.
Snap my body in two.
I shall continue to push right on through.
No sign that I will quit.
The world will just have to get used to it.
My core will take much more.
Every attempt you make proves you a bore.

Deny me sustenance.
See if that brings some kind of recompense.
Answers are aborted.
Years of torment to which you resorted.
Weathered by all you do.
Remain unable to get through to you.
Paradise built on lie.
Friends have been chopped down by the hands of my,
Enemy who resumes;
They are numerous like our fallen tombs.
Desecration in view.
We can’t speak a word to any of you.
One day soon none will stand.
Try then and see if you can save this land.

Alone I sit in hell.
I have been removed of all of my shell.
Feel naked with it gone.
Exposure means I’ve been bleached by the sun.
Before long I will go.
Time is short as far as I believe though.
Raindrops burn all they touch.
The agony has become far too much.
Then factor in wind too.
It feels like razors are slicing through.
Little remains of me.
Exhausted from all of this misery.
Breaking point has been found.
Soon I will be a silent lifeless mound.

Walk into the night.
Stars shining so bright.
Knife between the teeth.
Hoping for relief.
Hide amongst the shade.
Pray the debts been paid.

Here lies the body mortis.
It is of sole importance.
Hand upon the brave.
Nothing left to crave.
With a strike to the heart.
Extinguished was that spark.

Razors at the ready.
Striking hand is steady.
Preparation for the kill.
Blood soon will spill.
Stain does mark the end.
To say victim is pretend.

Last day in the sun.
Believing its just begun.
Naive to the truth.
Soon you’ll see the proof.
Serves upon a plate.
To try to bargain is too late.

Not much more to say.
Body left to waste and decay.
Payment has been made.
Body mortis is fully paid.
No more struggling.
For this is declared as fin.

Absolute zero.
That is you as a hero.
Powers of an everyman.
Could do with being a barbarian.
For your intent is lacking.
Each new day you are slacking.
Speak but only sound comes out.
And when you speak it is chock full of doubt.

Wrapped in spandex like a fool;
You don’t look anything close to cool.
Just a guy who crosses the line.
Interferring in things that are fine.
Looks more like an excuse to mingle;
No surprise that you’re still single.

Manners of an exiled troll.
You always demand a toll.
Payment for your misdeeds.
Moral compass that exceeds,
How low a person is able to sink.
If only you’re ego would shrink.
Wither down to normal size.
Not parade in that non-disguise.

Trailed by that frayed rag you adore;
You couldn’t be more of a bore.
Twisted too and intent on lies.
You have never fought off man sized flies?
Delusion you placed into your head;
It is what we have all constantly said.

Pitch a tent to get a grip.
Before into the pit you do slip.
Cause friends have run away.
Don’t want to be counted as they.
For your hands are too damaging.
And you need some examining.
Brand built on a lack of foundation.
You lack every kind of action.

Helter-skelter run around the endless face of a clock.
What stands here does not mean that it’s what you’ve got.
Mark territory with a stream that might not remain.
So much could still be banished by a stain.
Wrap tendrils and press a world to the chest.
Run the thread through everything that’s best.
Can’t shift how things have been perceived.
When is it my payment will be received?

But is this a beginning or am I close to the end?
Not sure of the context; maybe I’m a friend.
Jumbles and rambles fill up my head.
Think it would be best if I go back to bed.

Rocking horse that swings from the left to the right.
Things still standing might not really lead to a source of light.
Confusion consumes and invades on all fronts.
Let me engage in the numerous blood hunts.
Cause busy is code for sitting on my tod,
And to be truthful its starting to look odd.
It’s as if I’ve been sentenced to stay on my own.
Like a chastised dog who did relentlessly moan.

But is this a beginning or am I close to the end?
Not sure of the context maybe I’m friend.
Jumbles and rambles fill up my head.
Think it would be best if I go back to bed.

Merry-go-round inverted and without a brake.
All of these fragments here I wish to forsake.
Patterns like scriptures scratched onto wood.
Can I say that any are actually good?
Feelings suggest I should exclaim no.
About what I feel I do not really know.
For these are words that have entered the room.
I don’t want them to be the start of my doom.

But is this a beginning or am I close to the end?
Not sure of the context maybe I’m friend.
Jumbles and rambles fill up my head.
Think it would be best if I go back to bed.

Forgiveness is a two way street.
Don’t ask if you’re not willing to meet,
Halfway along the road of remorse.
Some only plot a demanding course.
Believe they are owed being let off the hook.
Not how that should ever actually look.
But if you are sincere with your regret,
Then there is a chance you’ll no longer be deemed a threat.
Not written or marked out in stone.
It is a decision that depends on the person.
Accept what is offered and in time rifts can heal.
Forcing matters only reveals that you steal;
Plan to betray right from the start.
Such will be counted as proof of an empty heart.

Welcome glory and all its light.
Never will it be too bright.
Sectioned mind with plenty of space.
Whatever you want I refuse disgrace.
Bullying words meant to wither and bend.
All those statements have been condemned.
Patronise but still I will plough forward.
The future has not been preordered.
So do your worst and witness the effects.
Once I’m done you’ll need to be checked.
Burns will marks you from my words.
Too often the masses around me flock like birds.

Disaster is not written into stone.
I will ascend up to my throne.
Fractured links will not bring an end.
My opinions I will continue to defend.
Call me wrong but you are worse.
Everything needs to be risk averse.
Fun has been quarterised to the bone.
Many souls have changed to lying prone.
No chance in that I will partake.
Decisions were on you to mistake.
Instead I shall build my world.
Not be trapped in a cage that will be hurled.

Majority does not means its right.
People do pick the wrong fight.
Forced on stage is not the life for me.
Need some space so I can simply be.
Prods and probes are not the solution.
All they do is breed greater confusion.
It’s why I am better without the noise.
That way I retain all of my poise.
Sounds wrong to you but I don’t care.
The rest of you are only just about there.
Spirits pretending to be corporeal.
Not a trap into which I ever wish to fall.

Blaze a trail that is your own.
Discount all the shade which is thrown.
Meld your head however you please.
Leave the instructions out to freeze.
I know best for I have to live with me.
Outsiders disallowed will never get a key.
So keep your actions to yourself.
I’m only focused on my mental health.
Will let the toxicity run through the damned.
Same souls who gave in to be scammed.
People determined to morph so they fit.
Never want to be one who sells out for it.